i'm guess' y'all are waitin' for a legend
speakin' on all subjects includin' life and death an'
mention coincidences involvin' number seven
in all of of the heavens theres never been a poet like me
quotin' Ice-T 'cause his lyricse are nice, see
my life is violent but violent is life
i write my rhymes while clutchin' my nine
citin' my mind as the main source for my lines
my time livin' has been spent like i'm in prison
throw myself in solitude, and people wonder why i'm bitchin'
why i'm givin' life a shot is beyond my wildest thoughts
i'm done givin' it all that i've got
i shoulda gave up years ago
shoulda seen it was hopeless tears ago
fears just show the weaknesses so we leave 'em hidden
forbidden thoughts bein' written and within seconds they're bitten
hintin' at my own death, you know its Tupac-esque
but i'm high off cess so in my mind i'm the best
find the mess and sort it out
you gotta ask more then "how?"
and theres never been a time better then now
but then again why ask why?
even though we try and try
we all just die and fry in hell
so why in hell should we even try? give up? might as well
like a spell i capture your attention
and at the rate i'm goin' this rhyme has no endin'
bash yo' head in and when you ask for medicine
i'll just bash your head again
that shit was lame so i'm endin' this
yea...not sure what to say about this but any feedback would be appreciated.